Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Crime,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.